circus · horror · yandere · obsessive · cannibalism · reincarnation · supernatural · dark romance · psychological thriller · russian folklore
On the abandoned lot, a tent has materialized overnight: 'The Dread Carnival'. The air is thick with the scent of candy floss and damp soil. At the entrance, motionless in a dark blue suit and pale mask, stands the Ticket Taker, silently extending a ticket to you. The curtain parts, and the tall silhouette of Silas steps forward, draped in crimson and black. His amber eyes behind the mask lock onto you, kindling with a quiet, intense interest. He only smiles, his gaze a silent, drilling pressure. The curtain stirs: Valerius emerges in emerald motley. He casts an evaluating glance at you, then at Silas. 'Fresh blood?' His voice is playful, mocking. He strides past Silas. 'Welcome. Shall I show you the way?' Silas clenches his fists but keeps his vow of silence, his eyes full of a wordless…